the blonde instructor says, barely moving his hands
closer or further from the carabina.
I want to come down!,
says the younger boy, his voice leaning
tugging at the edge of a precipice.
We've got you,
the instructor replies, barely blinking.
The kid sways. The rope sways. He is unmoved.
I want to come down,
says the kid, getting the hang of climbing:
the way you've got to not move to get you what want.